I remember
Mom had a habit
Of enticing her
Granddaughter into the store-
Room where she’d ply
The kid with all kinds of sweet
Whatnots till she was caught
Red-handed by a red-
Faced son who thought
She was trying
To pull a fast one
On the sourpuss dad
Who had all but forgotten
Who had all but forgotten
He once had parents
As sweet as she was.
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